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Beeps

I got my first driver’s license when I turned 16 in 1955. I drove around L.A. with the top down on my 1947 Ford coupe; I was at a drive in restaurant most nights; I watched movies at drive in theaters, with the top up for privacy. I wore white peggers and blue suede shoes. I am a true child of the 50s. But I laugh today when I hear the old rhythm and blues music to which we used to listen.

When I walk into Beeps, I feel like a witness to history. Beeps is a true restaurant of the 50s, not one of those latter day, faux art deco, newly constructed imitations.

If you were a teenager in the 1950s, or the parents of someone who was a teenager in the 1950s, or just someone with a nostalgic taste for the 1950s, you’ll get lost in Beeps.

Somewhere along the way it seems someone stopped updating the menu board.

Try this: three eggs any style, with bacon, tavern ham, or sausages, home fried potatoes, toast and coffee for $7.06 including tax. And the eggs always are cooked exactly as they are ordered and have the taste of farm freshness.

There have been a few concessions to more current dietary styles, like a turkey burger that probably wasn’t around in 1956, or a tuna submarine sandwich. But by and large the menu is true to diners in the 1950s.

Breakfasts … all the traditional eggs and meat dishes, omelets, waffles, hot cakes, French toast … all at a fraction of the price you’ll see elsewhere.